A young man...the smartest one of the crowd, mind you, a young man who has to sit by and watch his friends go places, because he's trapped. Yes, sir, trapped into frittering his life away playing nursemaid to a lot of garlic-eaters.

But the Garlic Eaters mark the great cuisines of the world. Silly Mr. Potter. At least it's the villian in the piece who is misguided about garlic and its eaters. But in "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" Thurl Ravenscroft in the string of insults sings:

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Your brain is full of spiders.You've got garlic in your soul,Mr. Grinch!

I frequently tell people now when they talk to me about food that I have garlic in my soul, but it's not because I'm a grinch.

Garlic isn't good- garlic is transcendental. It is the stuff of life; it is the music of the spheres, it is the icing on the ca... well, maybe not on the cake, but the icing on the staff of life... Um... This metaphor is getting out hand, but garlic must be respected and play a prominent role in our holiday productions!

WELL, to sum up, I apply garlic wherever I can. With the exception of a few desserts.